155 Military Merit Statistics

The Mastiff's struggle became weaker and weaker, and a large mass of blood flowed down the ghost's neck to the ground. The ghost desperately hugged the mastiff's head and kept biting one after another like a starving ghost.

Youlin gritted his teeth and lay on the skin and watched the mastiff struggle there. He was as anxious as fire, but he couldn't move his body, and the damn mud magic distance was only within ten meters, so he wanted to help the ghost.

I've been watching the mastiff move, and I can't tell what it's like in the forest. He quietly held the meat-cutting dagger in his hand and gave it to him when the mastiff came to bite him. If he could kill a mastiff warrior, he and the ghost would have died unjustly.

No one filled the firewood, and the bonfire gradually weakened, and the sky gradually darkened. Youlin kept seeing that his eyes were sore, but the mastiff lying on the ground did not move again. "Are the ghost brothers and it dead?" Youlin's heart was confused. He raised his hand and wanted to support his body to have a look, but the severe pain in his back made him lie down honestly again. Before the injury, it was difficult for him to walk.

The Mastiff's body moved gently, and Youlin quickly stared at it. If the Mastiff could stand up, as long as he stamped on his back, he would die. However, the Mastiff seemed to have been injured too seriously, but there was no movement after a few arches, which made Youlin nervous for a long time.

Finally, the sun shined into the woods again, and the ghost who crawled out from under the mastiff stood up. The mastiff was really difficult to deal with. Although there was the healing of natural magic power, the ghost was still a large area of minor injuries after a night. The most serious thing was the blood hole bitten by the mastiff on his shoulder, and it is still not yet. Sometimes blood comes out.

A violent cough woke up the forest. He was surprised to see that the ghost's thin body was standing beside the mastiff and vomiting in pain. A mouth of the flesh and blood and fur of the mastiff almost choked the ghost to death. At this time, the mastiff was bitten by a big hole in the neck by the ghost and could not die.

"Oh, my ghost brother, you are still alive!" Youlin shouted as loudly as possible, which was no less joy than his own victory!

"Bah, pooh... This old dog is really powerful, pooh... almost bit me to death!" The ghost spit out the flesh and blood in his mouth and looked at the body of the mastiff and said, "Hey, bite me, I'll bite you to death first!"

"Brother Ghost, how are you?" Youlin asked with concern.

"It's okay, I can't die!" The ghost covered the wound on his shoulder and slowly walked back to the forest. He sat on the dog's skin and looked down at his almost completely ** body. His thighs were full of blood. Fortunately, his bones were hard enough, otherwise the two legs would have been torn off by the Mastiff's claws and the wounds on his arms. It's not light. Several mouths are still turning out, and the pink flesh and blood trembles slightly like a child's lips.

There are only a few pink scars left on the chest. The ghost checked the internal organs, but fortunately there was no injury.

"Oh, ghost brother, your injury is not light. I still have some wound medicine here. You can apply it yourself." Youlin said and took out all the wounds in the storage bracelet.

"It's okay. It's all skin injuries. It will get better in a few days." A Gui said and took the wound medicine from Youlin's hand. After looking at it, he returned it to Youlin, but a few rolls of dressing wounds were quickly left by him.

He took out a jar of spirits from the wood crystal core, gritted his teeth and cleaned the wounds on his body little by little, and then slowly bandaged the wounds with a cloth. After half a day of busy work, Youlin never squeaked beside him. Which of those wounds made people cry, and the little ghost actually bit it. The teeth have been cleaned with spirits, and the fierceness alone has to be admired!

The ghost, who was almost wrapped in strips, lit up the extinguished fire again. After roasting a little meat and the forest were full, he picked up his ranger knife again, and then began to clean up the body of the mastiff according to the guidance of the forest.

The thick mane on the mastiff's head was removed, and the tattoo on his chest became the military merit of the ghost. Because the forest said that the mastiff's big teeth could make powerful armor-breaking arrows, the ghost immediately dug out the four big teeth. Because humans did not eat orcs, the tendon of the mastiff was finally scattered by the ghost. A bag of rotten sand slowly rotten into a pile of rotten white bones.

With the mastiff's urine, no or beast dared to wander around nearby. After two days of quiet cultivation, the ghost fully recovered, and the forest gradually could barely sit up. After a few days of peaceful travel, the two packed their bags and began to set out for the meeting place four or five days in advance.

"Add this mastiff, you will definitely be on the first place in the hunting list this time. This time, our brigade has a long face..." Youlin lived on a simple crutch, walking carefully, still muttering about the topic he kept repeating for several days.

"It's a pity that Huang Zhu and Ruger are dead. If only I had killed the fat pig earlier..." The ghost cut off the vine in front of him and gave up a path for the forest.

"I don't blame you. Human beings still suffer losses in the woods. If it weren't for your bow and arrow stunt, maybe they would have died faster... Every time each brigade comes out, some brothers will die. Huang Zhu and others are unlucky, and no one can blame them." Youlin said as he walked, "Our forest area is not suitable for large orc troops, so the pressure is not great. I heard that tens of thousands of people are killed and injured in every battle of the Black Flag Army. Compared with them, we are lucky."

"Oh? How many people are there in the Black Flag Army? Tens of thousands of casualties can't resist such consumption even if they bring mainlanders in," the ghost asked in surprise.

"Ha ha, every year before winter, the Black Flag Army has a big war with the orcs. Orcs have children in spring, and many of them come of age in autumn, so in order to save some food for the winter, they must launch a big war to consume the population." Youlin gasped a few times and continued, "Unfortunately, it takes 15 or six years for human beings to reach adulthood, so sometimes the Black Flag Army has to draw some people from the Blue Flag Army and us to help. They are the only real battlefield in the whole demon world."

"Ha ha, so the orcs are worse than us humans," the ghost said with a smile, "It seems that we should also kill more orcs to help them solve the pressure."

Usually, they walked for five days to the meeting place. By the time they arrived, the other teams had come back, and Captain Jing Teng's face became gloomy. This time, six legendary teammates were lost, and three of them, including Youlin, were seriously injured, but this time only Youlin, a martial saint, was injured, so the vitality of Jingteng Brigade has not been injured.

After returning to the camp, Youlin was sent to the doctor for observation for a few days, and Jing Teng went to other brigades to rob people. After he came back with five legendary warriors, everyone began to count the results of the hunt.

When the warriors who participated in hunting proudly reported their harvest and took out their orc fingers, there was a lively atmosphere in the tent. The disabled and Di Xuan sat ** and looked at their teammates with shining eyes. Every time they said a noun and took out a finger, it represented a victory, especially It's those legendary warriors. It's too difficult for them to kill orcs!

"Brother Ghost, how was your hunting this time?" Di Xuan leaned against the head of the bed and asked the ghost next to him in a low voice.

"Hey, Huang Zhu and Ruger were broken, and Brother Youlin was also injured, but this harvest was good. I killed a wizard and a warrior!" The ghost said plainly.

"What!? A wizard and a warrior?" Di Xuan suddenly stood up. Because he moved too much, he couldn't help coughing a few times before continuing to ask, "Are you sure you killed the four wizards?" The disabled also jumped over, waiting for a pair of turbid eyes to stare at the ghost.

"He was a wizard and found a witch order, but I gave it to Brother Youlin." The ghost looked at Captain Jing Teng, who was still counting other people, and there was already a small pile of orc fingers in front of him.

"Is it a wind witch order?" Di Xuan asked in a low voice.

"It's a soil system, and it can only make a quagmire. It's not bad as a trap, and it's useless." The ghost said casually.

"earth!" Di Xuan suddenly shouted, which attracted many people to ask. Di Xuanman waved to Jing Teng, who had seen it: "Oh, it's okay, it's okay, you go on..."

"Why does he, a wind-based martial arts saint, want the earth-based witch order?" Di Xuan's eyes have flashed a wolf-like green. "No, I'll go to the doctor's office to see him later. I can't let him spoil good things..."

"Ghost! Come here!" Jing Teng sat at the table and shouted at the ghost who was still talking to Di Xuan. The ghost hurriedly walked over with the wooden crystal core.

"Your team has suffered serious losses this time. What have you gained?" There is a small leather notebook in front of Jing Teng, which records everyone's harvest.

Agui looked at Jing Teng's reluctant orc fingers, and then gently pushed everyone's harvest aside with his hand to make an open space for himself. Di Xuan also stroked his chest and walked to watch the scene.

"Three porcupine orcs, four wild donkey orcs, two dog-headed men, three wolf-headed men..." The ghost said as he put his corresponding finger in front of Jing Teng.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Jing Teng nodded as he remembered and said that although he had lost two legendary warriors, the harvest of the ghost had surpassed that of him, and even the hunting list might be ranked.

Four pumpkin-sized hammers were put on the table, "I also killed two turtle orcs. This is the hammer they use." The ghost said.

"Oh, you can even kill two turtlemen!" Jing Teng was surprised and quickly recorded that everyone had seen those stupid and slow turtle orcs, but no one could really kill them. The shells of these ghosts were too hard.

With a flutter, a pig's head with white witch patterns on its face was put in front of Jing Teng, which suddenly attracted everyone's attention.